‘what if heaven doesnt let me in’
tears run down my cheeks
as i run from my present
my love is just love.
and the knot in my throat tightens
as i do when the topic is brought up in conversation
knowing the worst is yet to come.
and i want to stand up
and fight back
listen, my love is just love.
i can’t help but love.
it’s not an illness, it’s not to be cured, it’s not wrong. it’s just love.
please stop picking at my edges
and crossing the borders of where my respect starts
i will never cross yours
but i will make damn sure you get out of mine
and i will